I assume she went to get the car. We hobbled on until the next place and then waited. And waited. Then we decided to play in the stream again. Then waited. Now laying around on some rocks, waiting. And waiting. We play fetch with a stick. Then he gets a branch. Then he hits me with the branch (right in the shin btw, and dammit that hurt).

Finally the whole crew returns. At this point I assume they caught a baseball double-headed or something. She claimed she was biking fast or something, I don't know. But I did figure out what her problem was - no body fat. As this was the downhill portion of the trail, she could not get up the proper momentum. I, on the other hand, had actually worn out my brakes at this point just to keep the Clay Caboose from derailing.

We got the dog in, went back to the campsite and forgot to buy lottery tickets (as Tom would say, "a tax for people stupid at math"). And when we just got 2 minutes from the campsite, we noticed something. Rain.

Ugh. And it wasn't pretty.